Raven Lucian was no ordinary man. Whispers in the dark spoke of his eyes

Raven Lucian was no ordinary man. Whispers in the dark spoke of his eyes, an eerie, unnatural red that seemed to burn with an inner fire. They claimed that these crimson eyes could slice someone’s throat in one second, and revealing the deepest fears of anyone who dared to meet his gaze. It was said that his mere presence made the air feel colder, as if his eyes alone were enough to chill the soul. People gossiped about his impeccable, yet unnerving, appearance his sharply tailored suits and the cruel smirk that never left his lips. His voice, smooth and menacing, was rumored to hold a chilling edge, capable of slicing through steel and leaving a trail of dread in its wake. Though many never saw him directly, the tales of his malevolent demeanor and ruthless schemes spread like wildfire, casting a shadow of fear over those who heard them.